Torrential Thursday

I had hoped to take some time to blog about my adventures in the far north, but again I am distracted by the things close to home.
As we are all aware, it is March.  March brings rain.  March brings torrential rain.  March floods my barn.  Yes, lovely stalls like swimming pools.  Mr. S is not impressed, and of course Angel is less than that.  (as all princesses are)
Trying to convince my other half that if he removed the snow bank from the walls, it would be less melted water to run into the barn.  Like pulling teeth.  Personally, if my shoulder wasn't ailing I would probably do the digging myself.  So I laid some salt down for de-icing, and put up a rain shield so the water pouring from the eaves would flow away from the door sill.  Tiring. Tiresome, and definitely an arguement.
I left the stall doors open so they can come and go if the weather permits.....and I am hoping the rain lets up.

Its time for rubber boots.